The changes of me

by Sara sparto   Aug 19, 2005


My Heart is getting weaker,
My Tears are drying up,
My body's getting older,
My soul is getting bolder,
Don't let your feelings re-arranger,
Because though I'm getting older; my love for you will never change.

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